Misfit

Chapter Two

Allison's  P.O.V

It's saturday and I have nothing to do. I grunted as I stared at my laptop. There's no more fun in twitter or in whatever website.Well besides youtube. You can always find something there.

Like Jack and Finn Harries. Man those twins are good looking. 

I shut my laptop and walked out of my room. I head downstairs and used the telephone.

"Good aftertoon, this is Allison Brinley speaking. Is my mother there?" I spoke to the lady who picked up the phone from the hotel.

"Yes she is in her office. Is there anything I can do for you dear?" She asked.

"Oh yes. Can you tell her that I'll drop by later tonight. I have to tell her something." I said and after we bid our goodbyes, we hung up.

I head back to my room and started packing my stuff. I'll be spending the night in my woodhouse. It is where I spend my weekends or when I don't want to be bothered. A small cozy cabin dad built for me. Well he didn't actually build it himself. He asked people to do it. You get the catch.

I folded clothes and stuff them in my backpack. I put on my white Converse and went out.

I opened the garage gate and saw my baby. My silver Chevrolet Camaro. 16th birthday present from my parents which I loathed at first knowing it was pretty expensive. But i learnt to love it after a few drives.

I turned on the ignition and drove away.

**

I parked on the reserved lot in the hotel. Some guests gawking at my car. When I went out they gave me a weird look and turned away. Judgemental peasants. Woah that was harsh.

I entered the hotel's lobby and entered my mother's office.

I knocked three times and entered. As I was closing the door I heared my mom shriek. Making me jump.

"What on earth are you wearing young lady?" She gave me a disapproving look and I just shrugged and sat down the couch.

"Hello to you too mom." I rolled my eyes and added. "And I am wearing clothes." Then it was her turn to roll her eyes.

"What brings you here anyway?" She sighed still eyeing my outfit. Oh so my mom is criticizing me too? Okay.

"Im spending the night at the wood house. I just had to tell you." She nodded and sipped her coffee.

"Okay then. Meet me in the mall at 3. We'll go shopping." My eyes widened.

"Mom I am not going shopping. I have enough clothes. Go find someone else." I declined and recieved a stern look from her.

"You and me are going shopping. End of story." I huffed and sank further into the couch. And I remember I have to go. So I stood up.

"I have to go. Bye mom." She nodded and smiled. "Drive safe and see you tomorrow." 

I shut the door of her office and started my way out of the hotel.

**

I turned to the corner of the muddy road. I then parked my car on the concrete infront of the woodhouse.

 I stepped out and breathed in the mid-september air. I grabbed my bag and key and walked towards the  woodhouse and unlocking it.

The woodhouse is like a small penthouse.

There's a chimney in the middle, a king-sized bed on the left corner of the woodhouse, with bedside cabinets on both sides of the bed. On the right side, there's a huge couch and a flat-screen tv mounted on the wall. shelves of books on either side of the tv.

On the left side of the door is the closet and on the right side are two beanbags placed near the window.

I threw my bag on the bed and took out my pyjamas then entered the kitchen which has a bathroom in it too.

I took  a quick shower and after that I prepared myself a soup for dinner.

While I waited for it to cook, I sat on the bed while rummaging through the cabinets. I picked up a few photographs of me and my brother Kevin, who is studying for college in Detroit.

The only ones who've been to this place are my parents and my brother. Ofcourse Chim too.

As soon as I finished dinner, I snuggled under the sheets and let sleep take over my body.

**

The tweeting of the birds and the warm sunlight woke me up this morning. I prepared some french toast and packed some for my morning jog.

I jogged with my own pace, sometimes singing and dancing along to the song I'm listening to.

"And I trade all my tomorrow for just one yesterda-" My singing got interupted by a truck driving by and splashing me with mud.

"HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" I yelled at the truck and started brushing off the mud out of my clothes. I heard the tires screeching and the truck came into a halt

"We are terribly sorry miss. We didn't see the puddle there." A deep voice spoke making me look up. My eyes met a pair of sharp, mesmerizing blue eyes. Another appology was said by the other guy with him.

"Yeah yeah whatever." I rolled my eyes. I took out my phone and saw there was no service. I groaned. 

"I am Lucas Clark and this is Riley Winston. We are extremely sorry. If we could only offer you a ride?" His thick british accent evident to my ears.

"Err.. No thanks, I'll just walk back." He softly chuckled as his friend Riley went back to their truck.

"Oh no we insist..." His sentence trailing off. "Sorry, It's Allison." He smiled.

"We really do insist Allison. It's the least we can do." He pleaded. I sighed and agreed. "Fine then."

He beamed at me and guided me to their truck.

"So what brings you here?" Lucas asked.

"I own the woodhouse somewhere there. I stay there sometimes." I told him while looking outside the window. He nodded his head in understanding and kept quiet.

"Turn to the right please." I instructed. He turned the steering wheel and revealed the woodhouse a few meters away.

"Wow is that your car or your boyfriend's?" Amusement clear in his face and I scoffed.

"That's my car and I don't have a boyfriend. Thank you and drive safe to where ever you guys are headed to." I shut the car door and made my way inside the woodhouse.

I took a shower and change into my normal clothes. I cleaned the woodhouse and made my way  out.

I started the ignition and drove away. Only an hour away 'till the start of my nightmare.

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